“No, I brought up checking his room for a condom.”
“Wait!” I jump off the bed and over to my closet, grabbing a gift box from the top.
I flip open the lid, sifting through the confetti, hoping that maybe… just maybe…
“Yes!”
Under all of the items in the box is a rope of condoms. Not that I think we’ll need this many. I mean, not tonight, anyway.
“Um, do I want to know why you had a box with condoms in it?”
I can feel him getting closer before I even turn around because of the heat his body is radiating. I tear one off the rope and turn to face him. His hands roam up and down my arms.
“Your sister gave me a Valentine’s present. I didn’t think anything of it when she said she wanted to be an aunt, but not right now, until this very moment.”
“Can we stop talking about our siblings before the mood is totally killed?” he wonders. I smile as he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me over to the bed.
He sits down, my legs still straddling him, as he takes the condom from my hand and holds it between two of his fingers. The package grazes my skin as his hands slide around my back to the band of my bra, and he pushes the clasp, but it doesn’t come undone.
He looks up at me, his cheeks a light pink, like him not getting my bra off in one attempt is embarrassing. His head is practically buried in my chest as he makes another attempt, and this time, it comes undone with ease. He shoots me a wink, and it’s hard not to roll my eyes.
I can feel his eyes on me as he slowly pulls the straps down my arms, leaving me almost completely exposed to him. He drops my bra on the floor and presses his lips against mine, leaving a searing kiss as he lowers us back onto the bed.
His lips don’t leave mine as his hands travel down to my underwear, his fingers looping under the band and pulling them down. My hands explore his hair because I don’t know what to do with them right now, and that’s the first thing that comes to mind.
I don’t need to look between us to know that I’m now completely exposed in more ways than one. But Declan doesn’t leave me feeling alone in being exposed because, before I know it, our bare skin is flush against each other. Our tongues constantly try to overcome the other’s as we lay in each other’s warmth.
He pulls back, tearing open the package with his teeth, and I watch as he slides the condom on. There’s something seductive about the way he does it. I don’t know if it’s eye contact. If it’s the look of desire on his face. Or if it’s just the act itself.
He falls forward, each hand landing on opposite sides of my head, boxing me in. His eyes soften in a way they haven’t softened since we entered my room. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“Please, say it. I want to know if you’re really sure. Because we can stop right now. Hell, we can stop when I’m inside of you. I mean, obviously I’d exit you, and that would be us—”
“I’m sure, Declan.” I hold his face in my hands. “I want this. I wantyou.”
I watch him swallow the lump in his throat, positioning himself at my entrance. It’s comforting that he seems just as nervous as I am. I tilt my head up, pressing a kiss against his lips, and when I pull back, his forehead falls against mine.
He watches me as he sinks inside of me.
“Fuck.” He groans, freezing in his position. He adjusts himself, then looks at me, and I adjust myself into a more comfortable position.
I reach my hands up, gripping his face, and then kiss him. Hard. Almost as if to sayI’m goodand that if he’s ready to keep going, so am I.
He pulls back out, almost all the way, before thrusting into me again. My hands leave his face, traveling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, needing something to hold onto as he finds a steady rhythm.
His tongue leaves my mouth, leaving wet kisses along my jaw before returning to his favorite place. He nips at my collarbone with his teeth, but by now, I enjoy the slight burning sensation that comes right before his tongue soothes the area. However, this time is different because I realize how close he is to my exposed breasts.
His lips travel over the mounds of my breasts as he pushes deeper inside of me if that’s even possible. But the second his tongue glides over my nipple, my back arches, and I can’t grip the bedding fast enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if I left scratch marks all down his arms.
I feel like the heat that was once brewing in my stomach has reached its boiling point, and it’s at this moment that I realize I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm. Not if this is what it’s supposed to feel like.
“Declan.” His name comes out in a breathy moan, and his lips find mine again to absorb any further moans my mouth may expel, his hands replacing where his mouth was on my chest.
His hands explore every inch of me, and I don’t mind it one bit. Especially when his hands grip my hips, causing the angle between us to shift and him to sink even deeper into me.
I guess it was possible.
